Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.